January Whitehall
I part my knees and let Eli and the others see me again. They lean forward and I want to throw my head back and laugh with the glorious freedom of it. I remember my ex-bodyguards shoving boys who smiled at me, my stepmom making me wear brown sweaters, Mr. Parker drooling all over me whenever we were together.
Screw you all, I think. This is my life.
I smile at the men in front of me and rub two fingers through my pussy. “I own this precious, once-in-a-lifetime thing. This tiny flower Mr. Parker spent millions protecting.”
Eli doesn’t even protest at me saying the name.
I stroke myself softly. I hope I’m gleaming in the dim downlights. I hope I look good enough to eat.
“My virginity belongs to me,” I tell them. “And when I offered it to Adriano, he agreed to whatever I wanted, just like you would.”
“You’re right.”
I turn to the man who spoke.
Bobby gives me a wry, admiring smile, the way he did when I solved a tricky equation.
“You’re right, JJ.” He clears his throat. “I, Roberto Bassilotta, would have let you seduce me into taking you to the hospital. And it was only luck that it was Adriano and not me.”
I beam at him. “You mean it?”
“Yup.”
He moves toward me and my pulse hammers in my throat. Bobby is going to be my first. In my head, I know it’s not super important, especially after what Doc and I did in the car, but in my heart, it still feels huge. And maybe it was always meant to be this way. Bobby was the first man I fell for. The first man who made me wish I could choose who I slept with. I kneel on the table and hold out a hand. “Bobby, would you like to be my first?”
Bobby sticks his tongue in his cheek and grins at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as much.”
He takes my hand in his warm callused one.
The others are far from happy.
“Weak-ass pussy asshole.” Doc shoots a glance at Eli. “You approve of this, Morelli?”
Eli’s face is a mask. Bobby pulls me into his arms, and I look away, feeling very naked and suddenly shy. “Hi.”
“Hey,” he says, gripping my hips. “Can I kiss you?”
I nod and he bends forward. It’s a slow, delicious kiss that warms me from head to toe. I like the way Bobby always gives me heat, gives me affection, helps deal with everyone else in Velvet House. When we pull apart, we both look at Eli.
“Can we do this?” Bobby asks. “Can I have her?”
Eli makes an angry noise.
“Fine. Don’t approve. Do you want us to go somewhere else?”
“Fuck that,” Doc says. “If it’s not gonna be me, I wanna watch. Morelli, lighten the fuck up and give your blessing.”
“You’ve changed your tune,” Eli says coldly.
“Yeah. Did you see that pussy all spread out on the table?”
“You could withstand it.”
“What do you want from me? I’m just a man.”
Our eyes meet and Doc gives me a small wink. My heart glows. Domenico Valente is deranged and a criminal to his bones, but he can also be sweet.
Eli turns away. “Do whatever you want, then.”
Doc gets to his feet. His ripped jeans are all distorted from the front. “Tits, what’s the thing you want me to say?”
Suddenly my whole body feels lighter than air. “I told you; I’m sleeping with Bobby first.”
“And I told you, Tesorina; I like playing second string. Bobby can have his turn, then I’ll go and give you something to really scream about.” He flashes me his Elvis smirk. “What do you want me to say?”
I look at Bobby who grins and I can read his face like words. ‘It doesn’t matter if it’s both of us, JJ. He’s a fucking idiot, but I love him too.’
I put a hand on my hip. “You need to say ‘I, Domenico Valente, would have let January seduce me into escaping and I’ll no longer hold it over Adriano Rossi or anyone else.”
“That’s more than what Basher said,” Doc grumbles, but he throws back his shoulders. “I, Domenico Salvatore Valente, would have fucked January’s virgin pussy then driven her to the hospital and probably fuckin’ died when Parker put one in my head, so I’ll stop giving Adri shit about it.”
“Close enough,” I say, beaming.
Bobby urges me back onto the table and climbs on top of me. He unbuttons his shirt and I admire the heavy swell of his muscles.
“Here?” I ask.
He tosses his shirt aside. “I don’t see why not.”
Doc crosses the room, leans into the bar and pulls out a bottle of JB. “Hurry up, Basher. Let’s get this show on the road.”
“Fuck you. I’m taking my time. We only get to do this once.”
He gives me another slow kiss, guiding me back onto the wood. I grip his bicep right over the swordfish tattoo. I’ve never looked at it up close but there’s something familiar about the design. The swirling, almost dreamy colors. I think of Adriano’s left forearm, the fire-breathing dragon twisting up his wrist. The styles are similar.
“Did Adriano do this?” I ask.
Bobby nuzzles my neck. “He did.”
I smile. Hopefully now he and Doc and Bobby can be friends again. I’m all the more determined to make Eli admit his weakness, too. From the growing darkness on the far side of the room, I know he’s still watching.
Bobby licks my nipples, pulling them into his mouth with slow blissful draws. The ache between my legs becomes painful.
“I’m so glad we’re doing this,” Bobby says, stroking my clit with rough certainty. Knowing Doc and Eli are here is like having four extra hands on my skin. Soon my stomach is fizzing, and I can’t take it anymore. “Bobby…?”
“We’re almost there.” He presses his forehead to mine. “You know this won’t change how I see you? You’ll be as precious to me after, as you are now?”
I nod, suddenly shy again.
“And you’ll tell me if it hurts?”
“Yes. I promise I want this.”
“Good.” He kisses my forehead then draws back, shoving down his chinos and briefs. Naked, his ruddy skin and bulging muscles remind me of a Roman soldier. He lies on top of me, skin on skin, and I’m both turned on and painfully aware of how close he is. What if I do it wrong? What if it doesn’t fit?
Then he kisses me and everything blurs. His thick cock presses against my thigh and I wait for him to enter me. To end this stage of my life and begin another. Instead, he cups my hips and expertly turns us, so I’m on top of him. “It’ll be easier this way, baby.”
I brush the dark hair on his chest. His body is as warm and hard as sun-warmed concrete. “Have you been with someone like me before?”
“There’s no one like you, JJ.”
He rolls his hips against me, and the stimulation sends shocks through my oversensitive flower. I gasp. After so much tension, my orgasm is as close as a scarf on my shoulders. “What should I do?”
Bobby grabs my hand and wraps it around his shaft. It feels like a hot baseball bat.
“Here,” he says. “You put me where you need me. Take it at your own pace.”
The moment has arrived, it’s my choice. I didn’t know my choice would be on a dining table with my math tutor while two other men watched, but it’s mine. I guide Bobby’s hard cock to that soaking open place I’ve only ever toyed with. I’m sopping wet and the flared head slides easily inside.
“That’s good,” Bobby says through gritted teeth. “Now push back on me, baby. Slide down my cock.”
I do as he says, my inner walls stretching to accompany him. There’s a flash of pain, then a sweet, almost bright feeling. I let the luxurious sensation twist through me as I draw in slow, deliberate breaths. It was different when Doc was inside me in the car. Then my head was blaring and all I wanted was to feel alive. It was like being on Orchard again. This is sober and electric and terrifyingly real. I’m not any kind of virgin anymore. I’m a girl who’s had sex.
“Does. It. Hurt?” Bobby groans, grasping my hips.
“I… It’s a little strange but it doesn’t hurt.”
He slips another inch inside me, and I clutch his chest. “It’s so deep.”
“You need me to slow down?”
“No.” I rock slowly. “Can I do this?”
Bobby bangs his head back against the table. “You can do whatever you want. Jesus, January, your pussy.”
My face burns. “Is something wrong?”
“Never.” My sweet math tutor’s lips are twisted into a snarl. “Fuck me, baby. Ride my cock like you own it.”
I grind myself back and forth. Bobby’s pubic bone presses into my clit and a glorious gold feeling blooms between my legs. A sense of fullness, but also of rightness. Since I’ve come to Velvet House, I’ve been touched in so many ways; been made to touch others; but this is a decision all my own and it’s just… perfect. It was meant to be. Bobby eases inside me and the gold feeling spreads like lava. “I’m going to come,” I tell the dining room.
“Fuck yes,” Doc says. “No going back now, Tits.”
He’s right, I’ll never be a virgin again. The thought sends a flush of happiness through me. I know Eli’s watching. What does he feel? Loss? Regret? Or is he still just angry? I hope he isn’t, because it doesn’t feel like it’s just Bobby inside me. It feels like it’s all of them. Even Adriano. One of them doesn’t work without the others.
Bobby and I fall into a rhythm, rocking against each other like we’ve been doing it our whole lives.
“You’re a natural,” he says, fingers closing around my nipples.
“It reminds me… of riding a horse,” I pant. “The rhythm and the bouncing.”
Doc laughs. “How does it feel with a man between your legs?”
“So… much… better.”
“Good. I’m gonna buy you a saddle, Tits. Black leather and ribbons. Get you a helmet and a whip, too.”
The image takes over my brain as Bobby presses a thumb to my clit. “Tell me if it’s too much, baby.”
He strokes me softly and I cry out. All the thoughts in my head vanish. I see why people do this. I don’t know why people aren’t always doing this. I lean forward and feel Bobby’s cock rubbing against some small, incredibly sensitive place inside me.
“Fuck yeah,” Doc says. “Bobby, you need to—”
But his hand is already rising, pinning me into the bent-forward position, his hips pumping faster, battering me. I let out a small shriek as the golden glow washes over my face. I’m soaking wet and the sounds of our bodies slapping together is almost violent.
There’s a loud popping sound and I look across the room to see Eli leaning against the bar, a bottle of champagne fizzing in his right hand. Our eyes meet and I feel so filthy it starts to happen, the shifting, shaking end.
“Oh fuck,” Bobby groans. “She’s clamping up on me. She’s coming, Jesus Christ…”
I convulse, and Bobby swears, pressing up into me, screwing me through my orgasm. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, a tearing, screaming release. When it’s over, I keep moving, unable to stop riding Bobby’s cock.
“I just came,” I babble. “I just came, I just came.”
Bobby rubs a slow thumb over my lips. “You’re incredible.”
“Yeah, that was hot.” Doc is lying back in his chair, his hand around his cock. The sight of it, and the flared ridges of his hip bones, sends aftershocks rolling through me.
Doc strokes himself, a wicked smile on his face. “Hurry up, Bash. I want my turn or an invitation or I’m gonna ruin this for you.”
Bobby smiles at me. “What do you think? Do you want to suck his dick while I fuck you?”
I feel myself pulse around him, my pussy answering for me.
Bobby laughs. “Yeah, she wants it.”
“Of course, she does.” Doc swings onto the table in one agile move. He kneels before me, slowly pulling his cock as though compelling me to watch. Beneath me Bobby tenses, making his powerful muscles bulge. They’re competing against each other to impress me, or maybe just showing off, but either way, it’s sexy.
Doc doesn’t touch me, not right away. He kneels, watching instead, making me hyperaware of my swinging hair and boobs and the shake of my ass as Bobby slams into me. Another orgasm builds, faster and shallower than the first.
“Hey, Tits.” Doc gets to his feet. “Are you gonna come all over Basher’s fat cock again?”
I whimper, loving and hating his disgusting words.
He cups my chin, tilting my face toward the V between his hips. “He likes getting you off. He’ll like it even more when you’re blowing me. That’s his favorite thing, watching a girl get done at both ends.”
“No,” Bobby says. “It’ll be watching you do it, JJ. That’ll be my favorite thing.”
“Yeah, he’ll be jacking off to that for the rest of his life.” Doc takes his cock in his free hand and brings it to my lips. “Time to suck, baby.”
Oh God, I think as I take his smooth thickness into my mouth. I was just a virgin and now I’m doing this.
My head spins as they push into me, and the feel of two men in two places throws my body into orbit. I picture us from the outside, what Eli can see, and everything between my legs pulls tight.
“Fuck her,” Doc says, his hand clamped around my jaw. “Don’t let up ’til she’s broken.”
Swearing, Bobby drives into my body and the stretch of him and the slap of our thighs as we rut together makes the pleasure blare so loud, it hurts. I scream around Doc’s shaft and feel a tangible release between my legs. Like I’m peeing, but not. I dig my nails into Bobby’s shoulders and hear Doc laugh like all his Christmases have come at once.
When the noise in my ears dies down, I see Bobby’s face screwed up in concentration.
“I’m gonna finish, JJ. I can’t hold back. You’re so fuckin’ perfect, you’re just—”
“Pull out.”
The voice is so cold, my skin crawls.
Bobby stops moving. “What?”
Eli emerges from the shadows, his tie loose around his neck, champagne bottle still in hand. “Pull. Out. She’s not on birth control.”
“Back off, Morelli,” Doc says, his heavy shaft twitching in my mouth. “This isn’t your fuck.”
“Don’t,” Bobby pants. “It’s okay. January, let go of Doc.”
I obey and the second my mouth is free, Bobby lifts me off him.
“On all fours,” Doc says, grabbing my hair. “Basher’s gonna come all over your cunt.”
I kneel and in seconds, the broad head of Bobby’s cock rubs against my clit.
Doc taps a finger to my mouth. “Open wide.”
I let him fill my throat and the second I start sucking, Bobby’s rhythm goes ragged. “Fuck you’re such a good girl,” he pants. “You’re such a good girl.”
Warm liquid runs down my folds and I smile around Doc’s penis.
“You liked that, huh?” Doc says, working himself into my mouth. “You ready for the next one?”
“Give her a second,” Bobby breathes. “Let her rest.”
With a curse, Doc withdraws, allowing me to collapse. Bobby climbs off the table and heads for the ornate dresser. He pulls out a cloth napkin, wiping his ridged abdomen before returning to me. “Is it okay if I clean you with this?”
“Of course,” I say and maybe I’m still dazed from my second orgasm, because I add, “I really like you, Bobby.”
His brown eyes crinkle. “I really love you, January.”
My chest swells like a balloon. I want to say it back, but Doc is pulling me up by my hair. “We can do all the feelings shit later. Take a seat, Basher. It’s my turn.”
“Fair,” Bobby says, giving me the napkin.
As I clean myself, he and Doc catch each other’s eyes.
“Nice work, Bassilotta,” Doc says, holding out a hand.
To my amazement, Bobby takes it. “Thanks.”
They let go quickly but their show of affection almost brings tears to my eyes. Everything could be okay between us. Better than okay.
Then Doc rounds on me, his blue eyes sparking with lust. “Okay, let’s see what we have here.”
He steers me back onto the table and moves between my legs, a lazy smile on his face. He slides a fingertip inside me, making me tremor. It feels huge.
“I thought losing my virginity would make this easier,” I say. “But everything down there’s gone tight again.”
“That’s normal,” he says in that calm voice that makes me think he’s a doctor. He withdraws from me, examining his finger. “Well, I never, Miss January…”
“What?” Bobby says from his seat near the table. “Is she hurt?”
“She’s fine,” Doc shows me a dark red stain. “Check this out.”
I flush. “It’s not time for my period.”
“I know it isn’t. This is virgin blood and girl cum.” He smirks. “You were a bleeder, after all.”
The excitement in his voice is palpable, but Doc’s always been a freak. As if to prove me right, he wipes those fingers across his face, leaving red streaks on his cheeks. “Now I’m Princess Mononoke.”
“I still don’t know who that is.”
“We’ll watch it sometime.” He kneels between my thighs, pulling my feet onto his tattooed chest, and I almost swoon. He was right when he said we look good together, my pale skin against his inked muscles. It’s like someone’s posing us for a photoshoot. I gasp as he presses himself to my entrance.
“You ready, Tits?”
“Yes.”
Doc’s eyes take on a cold burn I remember from my time in the cage. “Say what I wanna hear.”
At first, I’m confused, then it comes to me. “Please, Domenico?”
“That’s it.” His cock eases inside me and I gasp.
“Now say ‘fuck me. Rail my slutty pussy like the dirty girl I am.’”
“I can’t say that!”
He withdraws. “Then you don’t get dick.”
I touch a hand to my breast. It can’t matter. I can’t need any more sex. Yet in a few seconds I’m squirming, the lack of friction like physical pain. I look into Doc’s grinning face and know he could tease me all night. I made him surrender and now I need to do the same. I draw in a breath. “F-fuck me, Domenico.”
He taps himself on my clit. “And the rest?”
“R-rail my slutty pussy.”
He seems to forgive me the last few words because he slides back inside me with a groan. “I’m gonna batter you, Tesorina.”
I clutch his muscular shoulders, too overwhelmed to say what I feel, which is ‘Good. Do it.’
He tilts forward, pinning me against the table, my ankles around his neck. He sets a brutal pace, slamming into me, driving me to a peak I thought impossible after the orgasms I’ve already had. He never pulls all the way out, pulsing and grinding like he can’t stand to leave my wetness.
“We’re here,” he says. “We’re fucking here.”
And as he fucks me, his eyes stay locked on my face, as though he’s committing all of this to memory. As I writhe beneath him, his hand closes around my throat. “Your cunt belongs to me now. Give me everything.”
“You come in her and you’ll be killed, Valente,” Eli barks, and I want to scream at him that it’s not his business, that it doesn’t matter. But Doc just grunts and keeps thrusting, bringing me closer and closer to climax. I convulse again, digging my fingernails into the table and scratching the wood.
Doc keeps going, driving into my oversensitive flesh and making me scream.
“You angel. You fucking… beautiful… bitch.”
He pulls out and comes all over my stomach in a warm, white flood.
He did listen, I think dizzily.
Doc sits back on his heels, swiping a hand across his forehead. “Basher, are there any more of those cloth things?”
I lie in a daze as Doc wipes me up. I’m so lucky I didn’t have to marry Mr. Parker. That I get to be here. It isn’t anywhere my family would approve of, but it’s mine. And my old school friends would be so jealous.
Doc tosses the napkin aside and thumbs my lower lip. “Finally got to stick my dick in your twat, Tesorina, and all I had to do was say some shit I didn’t mean.”
I give him a look. “Even if you didn’t mean it, you said it and I’m going to tell Adriano you said it.”
“You little… female version of Benedict Arnold.”
I giggle. “Sorry, I guess.”
“Yeah, you will be.” Doc lifts his gaze to Bobby. “Basher, you wanna come up to my room and do this whole thing again?”
Bobby gives us a wide, all-American smile. “Let’s do it.”
Doc jumps from the table and extends a hand to me. “Let’s go find a bed, Tesorina. You’re gonna get fucked forever.”
My stomach flutters. How can I possibly keep up with both of them? But even as I think it, my flower contracts, informing me that she needs more. I guess I’ll figure it out along the way. I move to take Doc’s hand and Eli emerges from the darkness and slams the champagne bottle on the table. “This ends now.”
I curl under his furious gaze, but Doc squares up to him. “She stated her terms, Morelli. You didn’t wanna play along. It’s over. Basher and I are gonna take her up to my room and nail her.”
“No one moves.”
“Fuck you.”
Eli pounds a fist into his chest. “I’m the boss of this family.”
“Boss, not the fucking king. Don’t take it out on the girl because you’re too proud to say what’s obvious.”
“And what’s obvious?”
“You’re in love with her,” Doc says coldly. “That scares you, so you want to control everything about her, and you can’t. So, do what you told me to do.”
“And that is?”
“Suck it up and give in.”
Eli stares at Doc with something close to hatred, then he looks at me. His eyes are so dark, I can barely see the amber.
“January, come here. Now.”